Wednesday, December 30, 2009

let's go back four hundred days

 a poem about a boy blinded by day time,
excited by nightlife/stoked about our life:

come along into the black light,
we can sheild you through the night.
don't fear - there is no harm.
only love and charm.
can you find me here?

don't worry a stitch,
i'll be your cute fix,
too quick to fix you up.

come with me, you're almost there.
believe me, it's a good nightmare.
if i ever had one. if we ever dream.

look closer my dear,
read lighter my dear,
hang tighter my dear.

oh! you're here.
welcome home.

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